Hard to be a Woman

It is so hard to be a woman. Especially today. Everything is a cycle it seems. My wheel determines my roll. I used to be such a sweet little girl and now I am an animal, foaming at the mouth waiting to devour anyone who comes my way. Oh but I love you so much and you come here and let me hold you. Because there is no prediction of what comes next. Can you please give me some space? It's hot and I am crawling out of my skin. I love to sweat. It makes me feel so natural and alive. Is there anyway we can turn up the air conditioner? Oh this scenery is so beautiful--I wish I could soak it in at all times. But this light is too bright. Let's pull the shades some. You sit down honey and let me get you something to eat and drink. It looks like you've had such a hard day. I may as well have been a waitress--at least I would have been paid. Dear, let's go exploring, venture out and see what really exists in the world. What are you looking at? Let's go back home. We do fine just the two of us. Ah. It's so nice to finally be in bed. You what? Aren't you sleepy? You always turn your back to me. I want to bear your child. Let's have a baby. I think I'm designed for it. I can't stand working for another man. It doesn't make sense. I'll be a stay at home mom. Oh you'd like to be a dad? Maybe we should wait. We're not ready. I think I'm going to start.